Imagine this:

You are a loan officer at a local mortgage broker. You also happen to be one of the most strikingly beautiful women on the planet. Honestly...the word "hot" does not do you justice. You are a gorgeous, intelligent, successful woman. You're probably right around 30 years old, give or take, and you don't have a wedding ring on your finger. Away from the business world, you seem like you'd also be a pretty cool person.

You have a client...a young man the age of, oh, say 25. He recently came in to talk to you about doing a REFI on his mortgage. Every time you've met with this client, he has been completely respectful and professional. Strictly business. Even so, you have to know that he's probably undressing you with his eyes. I mean, come on...you're a beautiful woman...do you really think guys don't notice?

Anyway...this client of yours always makes good eye contact and you've never caught him staring at your chest or anything like that, although you did catch him checking out another really hot girl in your office as he was leaving your meeting today.

PS - Given the fact that you're his lender, you know how much this guy makes, to the penny. You also know that you (probably) make a lot more than he does.

OK, now the question:

Are you freaked out if this client of yours asks to meet you for a drink sometime, his treat, to say thanks for all your help? What do you do...say "ha ha buddy, keep dreaming" or maybe "oh, thanks...that's really cute but I have a boyfriend" or perhaps "yeah, that sounds like fun."

i'd mention that a backwards hat doesn't really compliment a nice suit.

PS - You got a good laugh out of his comment that he doesn't have any kids "that he knows of."

Is this one of those situations where you're actually the woman in the story?

what about the wristband? did she like it?

listen. I am a not a woman, I am a man. I am currently employed by the largest bank in Canada with a similar job as this woman's. Let me assure you she is not paid very much. Investments are where the money is hiding, which is why I specialize in mutual funds.

Now, I have been subject to the attraction of many women, and they have let me know this. Often they are not attractive enough, and I must unfortunately lie, and say that I am in a long term relationship. But in the event that they are, I have gone out with a few customers. often the fact that you can not lie about money is a good way to gain some comfort and trust in a relationship, and you don't have to worry as much about lying to a woman in order to remove articles of her clothing.

On the other hand, your need to ask this message board a question such as this shows some awkwardness, or perhaps a lack of confidence. thus, I would suggest you ask out a more mediocre-looking woman.

i completely agree, if she is a professional lady, she is gonna think that you are a fuckin' chotch, especially when she opens a grown mans drawer and finds medium t-shirts and, i hope to fuck she hasn't seen you w/ the wristband on. because anyone in thier right mind knows that nobody wears a fucking wristband out in public, the backwards hat, need i say more

wood.. BURN

Can you define "chotch" in the context of this sentence?

Excellent points, all.

And to comment on your comment...you're goddamn right it would be awkward! For all I know this lady is ten years older than me and she's happily getting pumped every night by her boyfriend. Hell, she might even be a lesbian. The thought just occurred to me today that it would be kinda fun to ask her out, regardless of the response...and so I put my thoughts down on RM.

*Dresses up in a slutty nurse uniform*

1. Chotch
Generic, well-dressed, slightly meathead-ish dude who only cares or knows about bars, chicks, and looking good. Gel, vertical striped shirts, designer jeans, and sleek black shoes are a must. In middle school, chotches wore "No Fear" and "Coed Naked" T-shirts; in high school, white baseball caps and all Abercrombie; in college, visors, wife beaters, and cargo shorts.

Chotches are 'huge' football fans, but end up checking their cell phones more than paying attention to games on TV.
And a true chotch almost certainly received "Scarface" on DVD this last Christmas.
I saw at least seventeen chotches last night at Lucky Bar.

Drop the vertical striped shirt right now, dude, or I'm going to start mistaking you for that chotch on the Real World.

what the hell, just ask her out for a drink...at least you know that if she goes for it, and she knows she makes a hell of a lot more than you, she'll buy!

Based on your definition:

Am I a chotch? No.
Are 90% of my friends chotches? Yes.
Do I still hang out with them? Yes.

that makes a chotch by association

Hey Woodburn


Why don't you just come out and say you don't like Bammer and stop being a dickhead?

Love,
AS

:kicks in basement door and gives noogies to all the nerds: